There is a thin line between love and hate,
and in that line, in blood I bathe.
The ****** of logic is rampant in that place.

I am a wire walker crossing that line,
of manipulation and surrender.
of spontaneous combustion and self destruction.

I am unstable, yet in the process I am able.
To control your feelings is a skill,
to give up what you are is a drill.
and that is how you make me feel. . .

This life is a balancing act,
a circus of colors and shades,
applauded by a recorded audience of
a sitcom that we all hate.

Enact, React, and become passive.
Look back, reconstruct and become naive.